Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.